For the Action Pact, here’s a song about how the hero walks slowly unflinching from a ginormous explosion.

Lyrics

Was there an explosion behind me Because I Didn’t notice I Casually walk away from Whatever Exploded Was there an explosion behind me Because I Didn’t notice I Casually walk away from Whatever Exploded

I leave a trail of gasoline behind me And then I light a match It doesn’t matter if it’s in a warehouse full of bad guys That I’m trying to catch They try to get me, they’ll never get me though I just walk out the front door real slow Everything goes boom boom boom Whenever I leave the room

Was there an explosion behind me Because I Didn’t notice I Casually walk away from Whatever Exploded Was there an explosion behind me Because I Didn’t notice

Still working on the Action Pact, my concept EP that parodies and pays homage to 80s Action Movie Cliches and 80s Rock Music. The latest track is an attempt at a power ballad. I might need to do a bit more research and a few more takes to get it right. I think it’s a good start. The cliche from action films here is the wife/girlfriend of the hero protagonist telling him to choose between her and police work. I think this distills the essence of that theme pretty well.

Lyrics She wants me to choose Between her and the job But I, I don’t want to loose Either her or the job

When we first met I was just a young cop on the beat I heard her yelling stop thief who stole her purse on the street And later that night she asked me to join her for dinner It was love at first sight I really felt like a winner But now I’m working late nights, and she always complains Putting in overtime, she says that nothings the same She says she needs her man at home, what am I gonna do Only thing I love more than police work, is coming home to you

Now she wants me to choose Between her and the job But I, I don’t want to loose Either her or the job

She wants me to choose Between her and the job But I, I don’t want to loose Either her or the job

An ode to the 80s Action Movie Cliche where the hero’s gun never seems to run out of bullets. References the Konami Code from the Nintendo game Contra.

LyricsI never have to reload It’s like I got the Konami Code I kill my enemies cold And my gun is about to expload Up Up Down Down, Left Right, Left Right, B,A Start Up Up Down Down, Left Right, Left Right, B,A Start

Got my back against a wall listen how all the shell casings fall You’re wondering how man shots Don’t try to count because it’s a lot Magic bullets magic gun If you see me coming you better run Action Pact to the extreme The body count I leave is obscene

I never have to reload It’s like I got the Konami Code I kill my enemies cold And my gun is about to expload Up Up Down Down, Left Right, Left Right, B,A Start Up Up Down Down, Left Right, Left Right, B,A Start Up Up Down Down, Left Right, Left Right, B,A Start

Continuing on with the hit parade of my tribute album to 80s Rock music and 80s Action Movie cliches and tropes, his time it’s an ode to the mandatory car chase in pretty much every action movie ever. I hope to here it in a car commercial one day, or maybe in a movie that’s just a little too on the nose.

Lyrics

The Crooks want to get away Gotta have a chase on the highway Getaway Getaway, They wanna getaway Getaway Getawy, Won’t let ’em getaway

Robbers on the highway they push the petal to the Red LIne Mess around with me you get a permanent Bed Time Smashing through the barricades and crashing into Squad Cars Thought they’d getaway, but really they never got far Jumping over ramps at maximum acceleration What they didn’t count on was my determination I Bumped into their backside they spun out of control Mess with the law then you got to pay the toll

So I was feeling a little nostalgic and looked through my old rhymes on my old blog, Stop Trying To Play Me and came across this post. I decided those lyrics needed to be punched up and laid down on a track. . I’ve been meaning to sample a scene from Bowfinger, one of my favorite movies. So I did exactly that

Verse 1

The thing about Chuck Spears, it ain’t my given name.

It’s my taken name and right now I’m takin aim.Not a muh f**ker outchere – trying to make it rain.Money over bichez – (all day)- flying paper planes(Eat -mangoes) so a chick can get – flavored brains

(swallow every drop) – don’t gotta think about – labor pains(Bastards ain’t mine) – other dudes gotta take the blame(Players gone play) – give a f*ck – if you hate the game

Verse 2

Used to, hold the door for chicks like Johnny Be GoodNow I bang ‘em in the bathroom like Mami we, good?Throw up the peace sign, throw up in the next stallThen jump on the stage and holla, Yes Yes Y’allWe Don’t stop, throw your hands in the airAnd say Ho, grab my nuts. See? I just don’t care‘Cause it ain’t even a show there ain’t even a micOn a table in a diner rapping with a butter knifeMissed the gig, my bad it was the other nightAm I wrong for that, these days I don’t do nothing rightI’m dead wrong, good thing I’m true and livin’Try to check me on it, come on, who ya kiddin’I’m Chuck, Part Samson, Part Charles MansonMMM Bop I’m Part Hanson, just start dancin’No reason to stand still I like moving targetsMy Spit got you open – kinda like chewing carpet

Verse 3

Bald head and goatee, like a black ming the mercilesssickness contagious on some dot dot circle shitin a dark cabin I’m creepin up all murderous

brains on the walls confuse obituary journalistsput on headphones see how mind blowin my vesres isfor example watch a star from afar like CopirnicusStraight heat to ya grill, like you’re pressed up on furnacesNo more Mr. Niceguy, Chuck Spears gone BezerkowitzCross me on a bad day and all ya dreams turn to shithaving Nightmare see ya old Granny turning tricksgot ya drooling down ya chin, kids gotta learn to spitDon’t even practice with my lines – guarnteed to burn ya lips